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Friday, August 15, 2008

As an aside, this seems very egotistical of me. Do you really even care about my labels? Am I undermining your intelligence, like, "Duh, of course that's what they mean, you hoe bag, do you think I'm retarded?" Because I don't intend to do that, I just want it written out and officialized for some reason or another. I don't know. Simplify, maybe? But I'm trying, and I can't help feeling I'm doing shit wrong, which is usually the case. Although there is no right and wrong in blogging, is there? There is just the web and the presentation of self.

The general rule of thumb that I have with labels is this: the label is both literal and interpretive, but my analysis might be way different from yours. So there you go.

So, in case anyone was confused as to what my labels refer, play here.

a List - Well, I figured I should point out exactly how often I make them.

Alexander Hamilton - In which I reference Alexander Hamilton, someone pertaining to historical economic policy, or a just really hot guy. Because ten dollar bills are a turn on, not economics.Barry Gibb - This is just if I name drop Barry Gibb, since I have a tendency to do so. Or if I'm referencing someone who is slightly crazy.

baseball - It's not that I'm obsessed with baseball, it's just that I live in Chicago, and it's unavoidable.

dinosaurs - sometimes there are dinosaurs. This is unavoidable.Donnie Osmond - When someone is just the best at something, they're fucking Donnie Osmond. How could anyone play Joseph after Donnie epitomized it? That's right. They couldn't.

dreameries - I have fucked up dreams. They can be long blog posts or short blurbs hidden inside other posts, but I mention them nonetheless.

Machine Gun Etiquette - This one is complicated, for reasons quaternary: (1) it's the name of an okay album from The Damned (2) the right way to fight (2) when someone behaves pleasantly when they're being an asshole (4) when I make guns with my hands, which apparently happens far more often than I thought.

PCCCC - Pub Chugga Chugga Choo Choo, which is a pub crawl that my friends and I have whenever we get bored where we ride a train and get off when there's a bar at a stop, then hop back on the train when it comes back. We do this for about twelve hours.

The Dog - My dog. I love this dog more than nearly anything. But he lives with my parents, because I don't have a yard, and I refuse to have a dog when I'm yard-less, or at least when I can't walk him during the day. You are more than welcome to have a city dog, but I can't bring myself to do it.

The Whores - stories involving a group of friends I have, known as The Whores.

Vegas - Either about the actual city, or when something is so ridic that I felt like I was in Vegas.wandering - I love to travel, except I don't travel like normal people, because I'm easily distracted and very slow moving. So I call it wandering. And sometimes I get lost, but I don't know that I'm lost. It's all very confusing.

Say something

So, I have a tendency to start sentences with, "So, I have a tendency…” Sometimes I go places, wander off, get lost, and find my way back without realizing I was lost in the first place. And then everyone's all, "where've you been?" and I'm all, "I dunno, over there somewhere." Sometimes I skip breakfast and regret it later.